The Reckoning

Judgement time is here.
Have you done enough?
Have you paid your dues?
Do you owe?
Or are you owed?
Is your black heart cleansed
from your misdeeds?
The clerk at the Bottle-O
still shudders in fear;
Forever beholden to your outrageous power.
How much is your liver worth to you?
Jack Daniel's knows. Mr Smirnoff knows.
Do your filmy eyes see beyond the present?
Or are they forever stuck in regret?
Your broken promises and a life unlived
downed and drowned in swift succession
until you reach oblivion.
Can your weary bones move another muscle?
Or just lay a-wasting beneath the flowery coverlet?
I see your lips set in stony reproach.
Your gnarly hands clawed at your side.
'Tis time for the reckoning.
'Tis time for the collecting.
Of this wretched soul.

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